Ch. 228; Vol. 10
Puck was mumbling things to himself at the breakfast table…
“Our Father, who heart on Heaven…”
I set a plate of toast next to his yogurt deciding to officially correct that misquote at a later time. Although. I guess he also has a point there.
“WHAT DAY IS IT TOMORROW, MOM?”
“Saturday.”
“SATURDAY?! YAAAAAAY!!!!”
While Puck began singing jubilant odes to Saturday, I washed dishes and brought out the stack of mathematical “things” for the first lesson of the morning.
A dollar bill had been sitting on the counter that morning, paper-clipped to a small sheet of paper in The Bear’s handwriting…
Puck’s Allowance
Puck folded and refolded it before math, reading the green print on the backside…
“In God we thirst?”
Again. Not right. But not so wrong either…
“Why does it have to have a Bible verse on there, Mom?”
Then he drew space aliens during his Phonics lesson. There’s a good reason six year-old boys require teachers in attendance at practically all times.
Puck toted another street cleaner down the road, this version a standard upgrade employing genuine K’NEX plastic pieces from my siblings’ childhood.
Math, Readers, Phonics, Writing, P.E., and Science later, it was time for lunch. Puck set his bowl of steaming macaroni and cheese in the fridge and returned to the table for an episode of PBS: “Adventures in the Book of Virtues”, cheap sappy old things. But he likes them…
“Mom, can you take it out when it’s ready? I might be detected to the movie.”
The park.
My son makes a 3:30 appointment, and I guess we’d better try to keep it.
What do you know, his pal kept the appointment, and with a fresh bag of SpongeBob burger candies. Weird stuff. Puck’s friend was just as enthusiastic in these imagination games as Puck was, and yelled to the other kids…
“HE’S MY BEST FRIEND!”
Two hours at a park is enough to seal the deal of friendship, I suppose.
The Great Locomotive Chase was next in line on the Disney list available at the library. I guess everyone likes to have traditions. Puck sat spellbound for 88 minutes over a plate of chicken nuggets, organic carrots, and a little indignation when the lead Yankee was sentenced to hang.
The Bear walked in the door while Puck “showered”.
“Son, you still have soap in your hair.”
Then crashed on the bed after another long week with a full schedule arranged for Saturday.
Puck wasn’t tired, kept hopping around hoping for things to let him stay awake longer. Maybe “watch a little K-rean [Korean] with Mom”.
